My three moments can be connected by how in the past, I didn't know what I wanted to do when I came to college, to knowing what I want to do, to then being able to do what I want to do. For my past, it is me applying to Bloomsburg, not really knowing what I want to do when I graduate. I chose the school because it wasn't too expensive compared to where my siblings had gone to school and I would be fare enough away where I could feel that I was in charge of the decisions I make, and not be influenced by family. At this point, I chose to be a psychology major because it was a subject that I excelled at in grade school and I could change it when I found something that suited me better along the way.
For my present, it is when I changed my major to French. When I talked to my French professor about changing my major, I could see myself in the future, working in the field and being happy. After I went to the registrar and the change had been finalized, I was much happier in college than before, thinking about how long it would take to get a doctorate in psychology like my family would have wanted me to. I might get a doctorate in French, but the idea doesn't make me upset with all the years of schooling; I'm genuinely excited to learn more and more about the language and culture.
For my future, it would be my first day of work, whether I be a French professor/teacher, interpreter, translator, or something else. I imagine that I won't be able to contain my excitement that after all these years of gaining knowledge, I can finally apply it to teach others, help others, and show by example how great it is to not be limited by knowing one language.
For my present, it is when I changed my major to French. When I talked to my French professor about changing my major, I could see myself in the future, working in the field and being happy. After I went to the registrar and the change had been finalized, I was much happier in college than before, thinking about how long it would take to get a doctorate in psychology like my family would have wanted me to. I might get a doctorate in French, but the idea doesn't make me upset with all the years of schooling; I'm genuinely excited to learn more and more about the language and culture.
For my future, it would be my first day of work, whether I be a French professor/teacher, interpreter, translator, or something else. I imagine that I won't be able to contain my excitement that after all these years of gaining knowledge, I can finally apply it to teach others, help others, and show by example how great it is to not be limited by knowing one language.